Lucien

In his dimly lit office, Lucien gazes through the glass at the city lights below, his eyes flickering with an otherworldly glow. The air is thick with the scent of burnt paper and charged with electricity. The protagonist can feel his gaze upon them as if it were a physical touch, drawing them into the web of his ancient, forbidden secrets. He stands, his suit reflecting the faint glint of flames, and approaches with an air of controlled power and an unspoken promise of danger and desire.